Convince yourself into going without, but I made up my mind to grow into something else
It gives me great pleasure on this bright, damp Friday afternoon to announce the publication of Jeannelle M. Ferreira's The Covert Captain.
You may have heard me mention this novel elliptically in past years as![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
selkie's lesbian Regency romance. It is that and it's wonderful. It is set in a meticulously historical, wittily written 1822 that does not in the slightest elide the many ways of being queer in England of that time; it has horses, cross-dressing, family drama, pistols at dawn, a pianoforte at all hours, and a completely viable remix of "Sweet Polly Oliver" down to the nursing, minus the heteronormativity. It has Jewish characters like you won't find in Heyer. It has high-quality smut. It has protagonists I love even better than the supporting cast, and I treasure those wherever I find them. (There is a sequel already in progress and it has even more characters I like, not to mention representation.) It is now available for purchase in both print and e-copies and I am not grabbing my entire friendlist by the lapels about it because that would be rude, but I do think the great majority of you will enjoy it. I certainly do.
Nathaniel Fleming, veteran of Waterloo, falls in love with his Major's spinster sister, Harriet. But Nathaniel is not what he seems, and before the wedding, the truth will out . . .
Eleanor Charlotte Fleming, forgotten daughter of a minor baronet, stakes her life on a deception and makes her name—if not her fortune—on the battlefield. Her war at an end, she returns to England as Captain Nathaniel Fleming and wants nothing more than peace, quiet, and the company of horses. Instead, Captain Fleming meets Harriet. Harriet has averted the calamity of matrimony for a decade, cares little for the cut of her gowns, and is really rather clever. Falling in love is not a turn of the cards either of them expected. Harriet accepts Captain Fleming, but will she accept Eleanor? Along the way, there are ballrooms, stillrooms, mollyhouses, society intrigue, and sundering circumstance.
You may have heard me mention this novel elliptically in past years as
selkie's lesbian Regency romance. It is that and it's wonderful. It is set in a meticulously historical, wittily written 1822 that does not in the slightest elide the many ways of being queer in England of that time; it has horses, cross-dressing, family drama, pistols at dawn, a pianoforte at all hours, and a completely viable remix of "Sweet Polly Oliver" down to the nursing, minus the heteronormativity. It has Jewish characters like you won't find in Heyer. It has high-quality smut. It has protagonists I love even better than the supporting cast, and I treasure those wherever I find them. (There is a sequel already in progress and it has even more characters I like, not to mention representation.) It is now available for purchase in both print and e-copies and I am not grabbing my entire friendlist by the lapels about it because that would be rude, but I do think the great majority of you will enjoy it. I certainly do.Nathaniel Fleming, veteran of Waterloo, falls in love with his Major's spinster sister, Harriet. But Nathaniel is not what he seems, and before the wedding, the truth will out . . .
Eleanor Charlotte Fleming, forgotten daughter of a minor baronet, stakes her life on a deception and makes her name—if not her fortune—on the battlefield. Her war at an end, she returns to England as Captain Nathaniel Fleming and wants nothing more than peace, quiet, and the company of horses. Instead, Captain Fleming meets Harriet. Harriet has averted the calamity of matrimony for a decade, cares little for the cut of her gowns, and is really rather clever. Falling in love is not a turn of the cards either of them expected. Harriet accepts Captain Fleming, but will she accept Eleanor? Along the way, there are ballrooms, stillrooms, mollyhouses, society intrigue, and sundering circumstance.
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